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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 5, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 35.

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The Shepherd

By Alice Cornish Pearson

By Alice Cornish Pearson
I've known Thy voice, I've heard Thy call, I've given Thee my life, my all. I have not given all in vain; I've more than all received again. My precious Saviour, in Thy Word Thy many promises I've heard, That bid me ever trust in Thee, Tho all should fall on land and sea. My heart responds, Tho kingdoms fall, I'll follow Thee, my guide, my all.
A yawning canyon lies before. No bridge I see to span it o'er; And yet Thou bid'st me be on hand, And I must cross at Thy command. From high above, a swinging vine; A tendril in my hand I twine, More firmly in my hands I grasp; I spring; I've made the dang'rous pass! I will not doubt, I can not fall, While trusting Thee, my guide, my all.
Still farther on I hear Thy call. Beneath my feet the waters fall A raging torrent, deep and broad; A chasm intercepts my road; A mountain, threatening now to fall, With overhanging rock-bound wall. But still that urgent call I hear; My Shepherd's voice is in my ear. I still will trust, tho mountains fall, And follow Thee, my guide, my all.
Within a rift I place my feet; A slender cord mine eyes now greets; It is for me; this is mine hour! 'Twill bear my weight; I trust its power! No call unheard, I will go on! I grasp it, throw my weight upon! I know not how I'm carried o'er; I'm quickly on the other shore. Tho heavens depart and roll away, My Shepherd's voice I'll still obey.
A glorious view now greets mine eyes; A grassy plain before me lies, The snowy mountains far beyond, A gorgeous sky, a sinking sun. My journey is not yet complete; I'm resting here my weary feet. 'Tis pastures green and waters still. I know Thy voice, I own Thy skill. My Shepherd, tho I see Thee not, Thou hast appointed me my lot.
So many times I'm made to choose, Deliverance I must still refuse. The sacrifice to make complete, The Shepherd chose His faithful sheep. Was suffering but for faithful Paul? Shall righteous Job bear more than all? For all who suffer by His side, With Him shall soon be glorified. When earth shall fall beneath my feet, I'll follow still, my Shepherd sweet.
Fort Steilacoom, Washington.